Thought I'd give a quick update for those I don't talk with regularly. I'm 37 weeks along, having contractions every day and hoping to hold off delivery until February. I haven't gone early in any previous pregnancies, so I'm not overly concerned. I'm pretty sure I'm going to birth a spider monkey, however, because this baby is much more active than any of my others. I guess he/she can't wait to come meet the fam!
I absolutely love my doctor. She is great! She is very committed to her Christian walk and it is evident in her office, her website, and her bedside manner. If it weren't for the awkwardness of she being my ob, she is someone I would want to befriend.
As for the rest of the clan, we've had our ups and downs since moving here almost 6 months go. The West Texas weather is crazy. 70 today, 50 tomorrow, 28 in the morning...rain, drought, snow, sunshine...we get it all. Half the kids have head/chest colds right now and I'm trying to stave it off myself. The home we're renting has several issues, which complicates things further. Drafty windows, doors that don't close completely, plumbing problems that have resulted in mold all contribute to the ten of us constantly battling sickness. I'll be thankful when the weather stabilizes this Spring and our immune systems can relax a bit.
My broken foot is healing well. I was able to wear a regular shoe yesterday for a short time which is encouraging. I refuse to wear the walking boot to the hospital when the time comes, so I'm glad I have an alternative now. I think I'll avoid wearing heels to church again anytime soon, though. haha
Seth turned 15 last week. 15!!!! He's patiently waiting for his bday gift to arrive: a PS3 game system. We shopped around on ebay for a while and found the one he wants, and he contributed almost half of the cost. He's a good kid and he's hungry for the Word of God. It blesses me to see him reading his Bible regularly and attending youth group on Wednesdays. He enjoys studying theology like his dad. The past few weeks the two of them have watched a dvd series by John Piper together.
Guess that's about it for now. Don't know if I'll post again before Baby C or K arrives, but I will definitely post pics of our new bundle afterward. Have a great weekend, y'all!
Friday, January 27, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
A Day to Forget...Seriously.
Yesterday was MLK Day which meant the kids had the day off from school. I looked forward to it for several reasons: 75 degree-weather ensured a trip to the playground; meeting Zac's "friend" for the first time; and celebrating Seth's 15th birthday a day early (since Matt has to work late on his actual birthday.). As well, because I broke a bone in my foot on Sunday, I figured I'd be able to stay off of it while the kids took care of things around here. That was the plan.
Here's how the day actually played out:
Abby made breakfast for the kids after Matt left for work. Anticipating that Zac's friend Vanessa would be coming over after lunch, I assigned chores for the kids and myself. All went well for a while until, as they typically do, Zac and Seth started fighting. Someone shut off the other's video game and retaliation ensued. It ended with a broken window on our French door that leads to the sun porch. Just great.
After that chaos, Abby made lunch for everyone. Fast forward to the playground. Since I have a bum foot, I allowed Zac and Vanessa to take Ally, Madi, Katie and Luke to play. Nate fell asleep just before they left so he missed out. (I found it surprising that he went to sleep much earlier than I anticipated. More on that in a moment.) Zac called me after awhile to say that Luke had fallen and hurt himself. It turned out he fell 8 feet off a structure! He hurt his back but other than that he's okay. He's still complaining of back pain today but it's not bothering him too much and he runs around as usual. Hopefully he will feel fine in another day or so. I'm thankful that an 8-foot fall didn't produce more severe consequences.
When the gang returned from the playground, Zac somehow leaned up against his bedroom window and shattered it. Broken window # 2. In a home we rent, nonetheless.... oy vay!
I started to prepare Seth's birthday meal and realized I had forgotten to buy ricotta cheese for the lasagna. Phooey! I decided to start baking his cake while I tried to figure out how to get by without the cheese. I hadn't even gotten the cake mix opened when Nate woke up from his nap and immediately started throwing up. EVERYWHERE! The vomit was an unusual color and just kept coming. Abby jumped in to help with clean up, Ally took care of the food that was cooking on the stove, and Madalyn ran outside to warn Zac and Vanessa that they might not want to come in the house.
Nate continued to vomit repeatedly for the next three hours, sometimes acting as if he was convulsing. Matt came home and assessed him, and we decided he needed medical attention. No fever present, no one else feeling sick, and Nate's ashen, lethargic appearance led us to realize he had likely ingested something poisonous at some point during the day.
Abby took over dinner prep (lasagna became enchilada casserole), making it the third meal she prepared that day, while Matt, Nate and I headed to the ER. On the way we called Matt's folks to let them know what was happening and ask for prayer. We checked Nate in and the nurse advised us that it was a very busy night so be prepared for a long wait. We went to the crowded waiting room and plopped down on the few chairs that were empty.
After 30 minutes or so Nate started to perk up. He smiled and responded to us when we spoke to him; his cheeks began to gain some color; and he grabbed his sippy cup to guzzle his drink. I had a bowl in hand ready to catch the vomit that I assumed would come up, but surprisingly--- he didn't throw up. He eventually got up from his seat, wandered around and asked for another drink. Matt and I were surprised and relieved, but not yet ready to take him home without being seen by a doctor. We called Matt's parents again to update them and they continued to pray for him.
We waited another hour or so, by which time Nathan was pointing to the exit and asking to go home. We spoke to the triage nurse who agreed that he looked much better and gave us some advice to follow; then we headed home.
By the time we brought him in the house, Nathan was completely fine and even scarfed down a peanut butter sandwich. He seemed insatiably thirsty, but otherwise acted like a typical 2 year old. He slept all night, woke up happy this morning, and except for a few putrid, unusual-looking messy diapers, has been 100% normal. We will never know what caused him to become so violently ill, but we know for sure that God healed him.We are truly grateful.
Just to remind me of what a truly wretched day it was, while the kids were getting ready for bed I dropped a glass jar of strawberry jelly on the freshly-mopped kitchen floor. What a mess! Happy to say that because Matt jumped in to clean it up for me, the thrice-mopped-in-one-day floor has never looked better.
Here's how the day actually played out:
Abby made breakfast for the kids after Matt left for work. Anticipating that Zac's friend Vanessa would be coming over after lunch, I assigned chores for the kids and myself. All went well for a while until, as they typically do, Zac and Seth started fighting. Someone shut off the other's video game and retaliation ensued. It ended with a broken window on our French door that leads to the sun porch. Just great.
After that chaos, Abby made lunch for everyone. Fast forward to the playground. Since I have a bum foot, I allowed Zac and Vanessa to take Ally, Madi, Katie and Luke to play. Nate fell asleep just before they left so he missed out. (I found it surprising that he went to sleep much earlier than I anticipated. More on that in a moment.) Zac called me after awhile to say that Luke had fallen and hurt himself. It turned out he fell 8 feet off a structure! He hurt his back but other than that he's okay. He's still complaining of back pain today but it's not bothering him too much and he runs around as usual. Hopefully he will feel fine in another day or so. I'm thankful that an 8-foot fall didn't produce more severe consequences.
When the gang returned from the playground, Zac somehow leaned up against his bedroom window and shattered it. Broken window # 2. In a home we rent, nonetheless.... oy vay!
I started to prepare Seth's birthday meal and realized I had forgotten to buy ricotta cheese for the lasagna. Phooey! I decided to start baking his cake while I tried to figure out how to get by without the cheese. I hadn't even gotten the cake mix opened when Nate woke up from his nap and immediately started throwing up. EVERYWHERE! The vomit was an unusual color and just kept coming. Abby jumped in to help with clean up, Ally took care of the food that was cooking on the stove, and Madalyn ran outside to warn Zac and Vanessa that they might not want to come in the house.
Nate continued to vomit repeatedly for the next three hours, sometimes acting as if he was convulsing. Matt came home and assessed him, and we decided he needed medical attention. No fever present, no one else feeling sick, and Nate's ashen, lethargic appearance led us to realize he had likely ingested something poisonous at some point during the day.
Abby took over dinner prep (lasagna became enchilada casserole), making it the third meal she prepared that day, while Matt, Nate and I headed to the ER. On the way we called Matt's folks to let them know what was happening and ask for prayer. We checked Nate in and the nurse advised us that it was a very busy night so be prepared for a long wait. We went to the crowded waiting room and plopped down on the few chairs that were empty.
After 30 minutes or so Nate started to perk up. He smiled and responded to us when we spoke to him; his cheeks began to gain some color; and he grabbed his sippy cup to guzzle his drink. I had a bowl in hand ready to catch the vomit that I assumed would come up, but surprisingly--- he didn't throw up. He eventually got up from his seat, wandered around and asked for another drink. Matt and I were surprised and relieved, but not yet ready to take him home without being seen by a doctor. We called Matt's parents again to update them and they continued to pray for him.
We waited another hour or so, by which time Nathan was pointing to the exit and asking to go home. We spoke to the triage nurse who agreed that he looked much better and gave us some advice to follow; then we headed home.
By the time we brought him in the house, Nathan was completely fine and even scarfed down a peanut butter sandwich. He seemed insatiably thirsty, but otherwise acted like a typical 2 year old. He slept all night, woke up happy this morning, and except for a few putrid, unusual-looking messy diapers, has been 100% normal. We will never know what caused him to become so violently ill, but we know for sure that God healed him.We are truly grateful.
Just to remind me of what a truly wretched day it was, while the kids were getting ready for bed I dropped a glass jar of strawberry jelly on the freshly-mopped kitchen floor. What a mess! Happy to say that because Matt jumped in to clean it up for me, the thrice-mopped-in-one-day floor has never looked better.
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